Voicemail
Description
"I like you a lot!" the pink haired boy yelled through his megaphone in the street. "Zelo-yah!" I said pulling him away from the crowd now watching us.
"Haewoo, I'm serious. I really like you." he announced. "Then prove it and make me fall for you! Make me say I like you back!" I challenged.
I didn't believe him. This was a boy who could choose any girl he wanted. I was just one out of thousands and I didn't even see as anything other than a friend.
Yet he succeeded, and I did say I like you.
But, now you're growing distant. You don't talk to me anymore. You don't even smile.
Zelo found someone else, and he admitted it with a stupid smirk.
How ironic, you sing of a girl breaking your heart* but I'm the one whose "memories have turned dirty"
Foreword
Lately I'm listening to B.A.P. a lot. And I've had a story like this in my head for awhile. Then I listened to Voicemail!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpQjLz7wmLk
I've been inspired to write something! But since I have a bunch of other stories, I'll have to keep this short >_<
I hope you'll like it!
Note: I changed the name of the story to just Voicemail
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